Pindaric Ode for London 2012
In 2010 Boris Johnson (in the photo with Jesse Norman, MP, author, Renaissance man, and unlikely but principled Government rebel, for whom I composed a birthday poem) commissioned me to compose an ancient Greek ode for the London Olympics 2012. The Mayor knew about my Pindaric Ode to Athens of 2004, as he had been editor of the Spectator at the time and ran a short piece on it. The Pindaric Ode 2004, composed in dactylo-eptrite metre as are around half of Pindar’s 44 surviving odes, had been commissioned by senior IOC member Dame Mary Glen-Haig, who recited it at the closing session on 29 August of the International Olympic Committee at the Athens Olympics 2004, as Philip Howard reported in The Times.
ἴδεσθε· καῖνον πῦρ τόδ᾽ Ὀλύμπικον,
τό γ᾽ ἐξέλαμψε πρόσθε κὰτ ῎Ελλαδα.
ἀλλ᾽ ἀδέως δέκεσθ᾽ ἄεθλα
Λονδινίω ποτάμω πὰρ ὄχθαις.
Behold this new Olympic torch, the flames
That first blazed forth at Greece’s early dawn:
Now give a rousing welcome to these Games,
on London’s riverbanks reborn.
In the five stanzas that follow I inserted puns on athletes’ names in English (e.g. ‘Bolt‘, Pipes, Daley), while over a dozen names (including FARAH, ENNIS, and AINSlie) are cryptically embedded in the Greek (e.g. ἀμφ᾽ ἀρεταῖσι – ‘Farah’). When Boris confirmed that he would declaim it at the Opening Gala, I provided a version in more familiar Attic Greek, and I translated it into jaunty English rhyming couplets beginning:
This new Olympic flame behold
Which once burned bright in Greece of old…
Good luck to all who strive to win;
Applaud! And let the Games begin.
Performances and Plaque
The Mayor declaimed the Ode to tumultuous applause at the IOC Gala in the Royal Opera House on 23 July 2012 (see ‘Boris steals the show‘, and a snippet of his performance before Royals, worthies and celebrities here). I happened to be seated next to Eddie Izzard – what an interesting, multi-talented entertainer he is. Boris introduced it by saying ‘I know that many of you will spot instantly that these verses are in alcaics rather than dactylo-epitrites — but you can’t stop progress!’ About two people got the joke, but it sounded funny anyway.
Boris subsequently declaimed the Ode at the unveiling of the plaque in the Olympic Park (Youtube link on left). I said a few words to introduce it.
To read the official text in Greek and English, click on the image on the right.The Plaque, paid for by private sponsors including the Lord Mayor of London David Wootton and friends of the Classics, is embedded for posterity (or ‘legacy’) by a bridge in the Olympic Park overlooking the Orbit and the stadium. Sponsors were rewarded with a print of the Ode in English and Greek signed by the Mayor.
My expert advisers on versification and style were Dr Ben Henry, Prof. David Kovacs, Dr John Birchall, and Colin Sydenham, to all of whom I am very grateful. Thanks to the Plaque’s sponsors I can claim that I have ‘raised a monument in bronze’ — or to use Horace’s words: exegi monumentum aere.
Victory Odes date from the ancient Olympic Games, when poets such as Pindar composed songs (which is what ‘ode’ means) in honour of winning athletes. At the first modern Olympic Games in 1896, an Oxford scholar, George Stuart Robertson, composed a Pindaric Ode and recited it at the closing ceremony of the Games in Athens.
I add here an excellent ode to London for the Olympics in Latin asclepiadic metre by the MP Kwasi Kwarteng, to which I append my own loose translation in rhyming couplets:
ludos Londinio laetus Olympicos
felici lyricis uersibus his canam
ut Flaccus cecinit suaue melos bene
argutis fidicen saepe facetiis.
nam sunt qui celebrant nunc alias choro
urbes quae iaceant orbis in areis
seu gazis nitidae seu minus uberes,
sed te, Londinium, laudibus integrum
dico perpetuis progenies tua,
praeclaro facilis carmine filius;
tu dilecta mihi semper eras diu,
quae sic mater eras tu quoque nobilis.
olim cum fuerant inter Achaicos
ludi, grata quies perdomuit uiros
saeuos, indocilis temporibus sacris.
cessent bella, precor! pax maneat pia
dum gentes uariis uincere proeliis
certant et uiridem carpere gloriam!
est qui primus erit cursibus arduis,
est qui tot pugilum cernitur optimus;
princeps nunc alius remigii sciens
aufert arte manus aurea praemia;
primus nunc citius nauta secet mare
aut iam uictor erit qui salit altius,
aut multis alius robore fortior
inuentus. sed eris maximus omnium
uictorum, decus o dulce Britannicum,
tu ludique boni, Londinium, tui.
While there are those who sing the worth
Of other cities on the earth
(Some richer far, some lesser too)
Of London town I sing, of you!
Roll on my song: it springs from one
who proudly claims to be your son.
I’ve loved you since my youngest days,
The alma mater of my praise!
Once there were Games in Greece of old
And rivalry calmed tempers bold
in times when warfare did not cease;
Now pray we for an age of peace!
Let peace prevail as folk compete
to win their spurs with arms — and feet;
to conquer — in the running race;
to vaunt their prowess — on the dais!
Let one triumph from those who fling
Fierce punches in the boxing ring;
Another will with oars and pluck
raise up the gold, and bless his luck!
One will emerge who jumps most high,
And one too strong for aught to vie;
But London, Britain’s capital,
You win the greatest prize of all!